Lounge & Living Room (floor 2)

Mizu shakily opens the door; instead of finding a place devoid of life or a pit of debris (as it had been previously) she finds herself inside her loft area overlooking the garage. Blinking, the bespectacled woman enters, and looks about cautiously. She finds old magazines liter the surface of her glass coffee table, and that her television was still in one piece. "Huh..." she manages, almost startled of the tone of her voice. "Did...I only bump my head when I was in the crapper? Huh...maybe that was just some fucked up nightmare...." she says aloud, holding head before sighing heavily. "Well, I guess in either case; since the world isn't dying anymore I might as well go out and get something to eat. Last I recall I don't have any food in the fridge." She says to herself. She made it a habit talking to herself; she lived alone after all. She makes her way to the other end of the loft so she could take the ladder down to the first floor.

It wasn’t long before he spotted the package, and used the tip of the whip to slice it open. Pulling out the jacket, he remarked “Yeah, just perfect.” He plopped his Sword and Gun down on the table, tossing the jacket up, and quickly discarding his old jacket to the couch, before catching the new coat, sliding both arms in, grabbing and holstering the revolver, before grabbing his sword and spinning 180 degrees, the sword now on his back. “Nice”.